Page 14 of The Hacker (Dominion Hall #5)

VIVIENNE

E lias’s body pinned me to the black sheets, his weight a delicious cage, his cock already stirring inside me, hungry for more.

So was I.

I’d always had an insatiable appetite—craving the kind of sex that left bruises and bite marks, the kind that came with consequences.

It wasn’t just about pleasure for me. It was about power. About release. About chasing the edge of something that felt like losing control without actually falling.

I wore out lovers the way most people wore out shoes. They always started intrigued—thrilled, even—but none of them lasted. They got overwhelmed. Or bored. Or scared. Sometimes all three.

But Elias? He wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t backing down.

He fucked like a man with demons, with purpose, with precision. Every thrust, every grip, every brutal kiss was him matching me stroke for stroke. Push for push. He didn’t just take the fire—I felt him feed it. Shape it. Use it.

And that made me wonder if this wasn’t just a challenge.

Maybe he was a match.

Maybe I’d finally found someone who could keep up.

Someone who could take everything I had—and give it right back.

My thighs burned, my wrists throbbed from his grip, and the raw ache between my legs pulsed with every heartbeat, but I wasn’t done. Not even close.

His lips grazed my throat, his breath hot and ragged, promising another round, and I arched into him, my nails digging into his back, daring him to keep up. Dominion Hall’s shadows loomed around us, but the only thing I craved was the edge—the razor-thin line where pleasure bled into danger.

His eyes, blue and feral, locked on mine. “We’re not done,” he’d growled, and I felt it, the heat of his promise, the way his hands spread my thighs like he owned every inch of me.

But my mind was already racing, chasing something wilder, something that would push us both past the brink.

I wasn’t normal. I knew that. Never had been.

Other girls dreamed of safety, of softness, of kisses under moonlight and vows whispered in the dark.

I craved danger. I got off on chaos. My mind didn’t quiet unless I was dancing with something that could break me—whether it was a fall from the sky, a man with sharp edges, or the bite of a risk I had no business taking.

I’d tried to want other things. Tried to be softer. Smaller. Palatable. But it never stuck. Because deep down, I didn’t just like danger.

I needed it.

And Elias? He didn’t just carry danger—he was it. Coiled and simmering beneath the surface, built from the same sharp pieces I was. It made sense, then, that my brain would go hunting for the next high, even now, still trembling from what we’d just done.

It wasn’t that I didn’t care about consequences. I just couldn’t stop wanting what I wanted.

And right now?

I wanted to take this already-unhinged night and make it mythic.

Noah’s words from the pool echoed in my head— she’s gorgeous, but she bites —and a reckless idea sparked, igniting my blood.

Obsidian. The snake.

I wanted her coils against my skin, her danger woven into us, amplifying every thrust, every scream.

I slid from under him, my body slick with sweat, my movements deliberate as I straddled his hips, teasing his cock with my heat.

“Stay,” I whispered, my lips brushing his, my curls falling around us like a curtain. His hands gripped my ass, hard enough to bruise, but I leaned back, flashing a wicked grin. “I’ve got a surprise.”

His jaw tightened, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “Vivi, what the fuck are you?—”

I silenced him with a kiss, deep and filthy, my tongue claiming his until he groaned into my mouth. Then I slipped off the bed, my bare feet silent on the hardwood, my skin prickling with anticipation.

I wanted Obsidian, and I wanted her now.

I grabbed Elias’s discarded T-shirt from the floor, the black fabric swallowing my frame, and padded out of the suite, leaving him sprawled on the bed, his cock hard and his eyes burning.

The hallway was dim, Dominion Hall’s silence pressing against my skin. My heart thumped, not from fear but from the thrill of sneaking through this house of secrets, my body still humming from his touch, my mind alight with what was coming.

The main living area sprawled below, a maze of luxury—leather sofas, a bar gleaming with expensive bottles, and there, against the far wall, Obsidian’s enclosure. The glass was thick, the tank lit by soft light, and inside, she lay coiled, her black scales glinting like polished midnight.

Her eyes, dark and unblinking, met mine as I approached, and my breath caught. She was lethal, unapologetic, a creature that existed on her own terms.

I understood her, craved her, wanted her danger to dance with ours.

It was insane. Reckless. And I didn’t care.

I’d danced en pointe on broken toes. I’d kayaked straight into a squall just to feel the water fight me back. I’d jumped from a plane without checking the gear twice. Once, I’d let a stranger tie me up on a rooftop just to see if I’d panic. I hadn’t.

None of that felt half as risky as this—reaching into a tank with a viper who could kill me in one strike.

But it wasn’t death I was chasing. It was control. Or maybe the surrender of it. The thrill of staring down something that should terrify me and touching it anyway.

Inviting it closer. Daring it to try.

Obsidian didn’t flinch. Didn’t recoil. She watched me like she recognized something in my posture, my scent, my stillness.

Something wild. Something willing.

I smiled at her like we were the same. Because in a way, we were. Neither of us belonged in glass cages. We weren’t meant to be tamed. We were meant to strike.

The enclosure’s latch was a simple sliding bolt, unlocked, as if the Dane brothers dared anyone to be this stupid. I slid it free, the click sharp in the silence, and eased the glass panel open.

Obsidian stirred, her tongue flicking, tasting my intent. My pulse raced, the same electric rush I got skydiving, kayaking the harbor, climbing bridges. I reached in, my fingers brushing her cool, smooth scales, unafraid, unyielding.

“Come on, girl,” I whispered, my voice a velvet blade. “Let’s make this unforgettable.”

She unfolded, her body heavy and muscular, and I lifted her, draping her around my shoulders, her coils sliding over my skin like a lover’s caress.

Her head rested near my collarbone, her tongue flicking against my neck, intimate and thrilling.

I grinned, my bare legs carrying me back up the stairs, Obsidian’s scales whispering against Elias’s T-shirt, my pussy already wet, aching for what was next.

Elias was waiting when I slipped back into the suite, the door clicking shut behind me. He sat on the edge of the bed, his cock still hard, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of me—bare legs, his T-shirt barely covering my ass, and Obsidian coiled around my shoulders like a living shawl.

His breath hitched, his hands fisting the sheets. “Jesus Christ, Red,” he rasped, voice thick with lust and something darker. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I set Obsidian on the floor, letting her slither toward the bed, her coils gliding silently over the hardwood. “You said I’d be safer with the snake,” I said, climbing onto the bed, straddling his hips again, my pussy grazing his cock. “Let’s see if you’re right.”

His hands gripped my thighs, his eyes darting to Obsidian, who was now sliding onto the sheets, her head brushing my calf. “She’s a viper, Vivi,” he growled, but his cock twitched against me, betraying his hunger. “This is insane.”

“So am I,” I said, rocking my hips, grinding against him, the friction sparking fire through me.

Obsidian’s coils tightened around my ankle, cool and strong, and I gasped, the sensation amplifying every nerve. Elias’s eyes darkened, his grip bruising, and I knew he was as fucked up as I was, turned on by the danger. By me.

I peeled off the T-shirt, tossing it aside, my breasts bare, my nipples hard from the cool air and the thrill.

Obsidian’s head brushed my thigh, her tongue flicking against my skin, and I moaned, the sound raw, unfiltered.

Elias swore, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“You’re gonna get us killed,” he said, but his voice was rough, desperate, his cock throbbing against my wetness.

“Then we die screaming,” I said, leaning down to kiss him, my tongue plunging into his mouth, claiming him as fiercely as he’d claimed me.

Obsidian’s coils slid higher, brushing my hip, my stomach, and I shivered, the dual sensations—his hands on me, her scales against me—pushing me to the edge.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down his jaw, his throat, biting hard enough to draw blood. His groan was a low rumble, his hands guiding my hips, urging me to take him.

I reached down, guiding his cock to my entrance, and sank onto him, slow and deliberate, taking him inch by thick inch. He was huge, stretching me, filling me, and I gasped, my head falling back, my hands braced on his chest.

Obsidian’s coils tightened around my leg, her head near my knee, and I moaned, the danger of her presence making every thrust electric.

Elias’s fingers dug into my ass, his hips thrusting up, meeting my rhythm, fucking me like he wanted to break me.

“Move,” he growled, his voice a command, his eyes wild.

I rode him, hard and relentless, my hips slamming against his, the bed shaking under us.

Obsidian’s head rested near my thigh, her eyes glinting, and I felt her power, her danger, amplifying every gasp, every scream. Elias’s hands roamed, one sliding to my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse race, the other gripping my hip, bruising my skin.

“Feel her,” I whispered, guiding his hand to Obsidian’s coils, letting him touch her scales. His breath hitched, his cock twitching inside me, and I grinned, knowing he was lost, caught in this fucked-up dance of desire and risk.

I rocked harder, my clit grinding against him, my moans loud, filling the room, drowning out the world.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, his hand tightening on my throat, his thrusts brutal, his eyes locked on mine.

Obsidian’s coils slid over my stomach, her tongue flicking against my skin, and I screamed, the pleasure-pain overwhelming, my orgasm building like a tidal wave.

Elias thrust harder, his cock hitting deep, his fingers squeezing my throat, and I was gone, shattering around him, my pussy clenching, my body shaking.

He didn’t stop, flipping me onto my back, his cock still buried inside me, Obsidian’s coils draping over my chest, her head near my shoulder. He fucked me harder, his thrusts punishing, his eyes blazing.

“Say it,” he growled, his hand still on my throat, his other gripping my thigh, marking me. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice raw, my nails raking his back, drawing blood. Obsidian’s tongue flicked against my collarbone, her coils tightening, and I came again, screaming his name, my body convulsing under him.

He roared, his release hitting, filling me, marking me inside and out, his thrusts slowing but never stopping, like he wanted to stay inside me forever.

We collapsed, panting, Obsidian’s coils still draped over us, her head resting on my chest, her eyes glinting in the dark. Elias’s forehead pressed against mine, his breath ragged, his hands still on me, unwilling to let go.

“You’re fucking insane,” he said, voice hoarse, but there was awe in it, maybe even worship.

“You love it,” I whispered, my lips brushing his, my body still trembling from the aftershocks.

Obsidian stirred, her coils sliding off me, slithering back to the floor, as if she knew her part was done.

I laughed, low and warm, my fingers tracing the marks I’d left on his chest. “Told you she’d make it unforgettable. ”

He kissed me, slow and deep, his tongue claiming mine, and I felt it—the shift, the moment we became something more than fire and chaos.

Here, in this bed, with Obsidian’s eyes watching us, we were untouchable. Together, we’d burn the world.